Desert of death, dusk.

The bloody setting sun converges into the yellow sand of the desert.

The third prince of the orc royal court, Perro Dreadhammer, took off his animal skin boots.

Suddenly a sour smell overflowed.

It touched its own feet, put it on the dog's nose and smelled it, with a hint of intoxication in its eyes.

Then, "suck it" and take a lick.

There is a lack of water in the desert, and acidic things help produce more saliva in the mouth.

Perro Dreadhammer is a powerful dragon-veined kobold whose great-grandfather is a brutal red dragon.

And its great-grandmother.

Apparently an ordinary kobold.

Maybe not that ordinary.

After all, it caused a red dragon to have sex with it, and the birth was finally successful.

Relying on the pure red dragon blood in their bodies, these dragon-veined kobolds underwent metamorphosis, and each of them grew taller and stronger than the jackals.

And Pelo Dreadhammer is the leader among them. When he reached adulthood, he had grown dragon wings on his back and became a fifth-level creature, which is equivalent to the human Earth Knight level.

Today, Perlo Horrorhammer has entered middle age.

Its strength has also become more terrifying, reaching the sixth level.

And in extreme anger.

It can even stimulate the dragon veins in the body to reach the astonishing seventh level, that is, the power of a champion knight, within three minutes.

It is true that among all the orc princes, he is the weakest one even if he activates the dragon vein.

However, in the battle for the orc crown prince, personal strength can only account for a very small part, and the strength of the army under his command is the most important.

Just like the more than 500 desert dragons and more than 20,000 kobold warriors under its command.

This is what Pelo Dreadhammer relies on.

Now, Perlo Dreadhammer has one more person to rely on, and that is a staff member it recently recruited.

This is a human being named Allen.

It is said that their encounter was full of drama and coincidence, but Perlo Horrorhammer believed that it was all guided by fate.

This starts with the cultural quality of Pelo Terrorhammer.

Because he had some superficial dragon heritage in his mind, Perlo had always thought that he was different from those rude orcs.

It is a cultured kobold.

It is not only proficient in kobold language, dragon language, and orc language, but also has extensive research on the common language of the road and elven language.

It loves reciting poems and composing poems.

To celebrate the beauty of life.

Of course, I will occasionally praise my own greatness and legend.

Yesterday at noon, he was very popular in poetry.

Standing on the vast expanse of desert, looking at the yellow sand in the sky, I felt something for a moment and read aloud:

"The desert scenery is so beautiful."

"There's sand, rocks and grass."

"You can eat and take a shower."

"Even the beast god can't compare to him."

At that time, after reading this poem, Perlo Terror was shocked by his talent.

It immediately ordered the kobolds around it to record this poem that would surely be passed down through the ages.

This is a special style of literature that dates back to ancient times and is said to have been created by the Dragon of Creation.

Not only is it concise, but it can also express your ideas accurately.

It's much better than those stinky and long poems written by bards.

However, before it could recover from its complacency, someone suddenly read loudly from behind a broken cliff:

"When the sun rises, the yellow sand is thousands of miles golden."

"In the old days, the bright moon was in the sword ring."

"The cavalry drinks all the wine before riding."

"Let the west wind pass through the pass."

After hearing this poem, Perlo Terrorhammer immediately became excited and excited.

You can’t go wrong! That’s how it feels.

It composed thousands of poems but never captured the sense of rhythm.

Under the expectant gaze of Pelo Dreadhammer, a young human knight walked out from behind the broken cliff. One person and one dog had the same hobbies. They hit it off immediately, and soon they became friends and became one with each other.

After some understanding, Perlo Terrorhammer knew Allen's identity.

He turned out to be a poor knight.

His family became victims in the turmoil of the Cologne Empire. Now all his relatives have passed away, leaving him alone wandering around.

Perlo Horrorhammer lamented Allen's misfortune, and was even more shocked by Allen's wisdom. It did not despise Allen because he was only a human.

Instead, he recruited Allen as his staff.

…

"Your Highness, Third Prince, you think this dusk is so wonderful, why don't we sing a poem to praise it?"

Allen appeared behind Perlo Dreadhammer like a ghost, his weathered cheeks contrasting somewhat with his slightly feminine voice.

Perlo Terrorhammer put on his shoes, licked his dog's paws, and looked at the sunset on the horizon.

An inspiration suddenly appeared in his heart.

"What Mr. Ailun said is absolutely true, so I will make a fool of myself and ask Mr. Ailun to correct me."

"Your Highness, please."

Perlo Terrorhammer was very satisfied with Allen's respectful appearance. His vanity was greatly satisfied at this moment, and he seemed to have more inspiration in his heart.

"Ahem..."

It cleared its throat and read loudly:

"Look at the sun, it's big and round."

"Look at these clouds, they are red and soft."

"Look at the sky, it's tall and wide."

"Look at us, we are so sweet."

The corner of Allen's mouth twitched slightly, but he still pretended to be surprised and praised loudly:

"As expected of you, Your Highness."

"The four lines of your poem are neatly matched. In just four lines, the beautiful scenery of the sunset in the desert is vividly described. Moreover, the sentence structure is so short and exquisite. The four circles, soft, wide and sweet are just right. It gives people an ultimate feeling from the five senses.

Beauty…”

Allen praised Perlo Dreadhammer all the time.

He praised him so much that the kobold prince's tail was raised high, and the small eyes on the dog's face were slightly squinted, looking like he was enjoying himself.

Seeing that the fire was almost done, Allen suddenly changed the topic and suggested:

"Your Highness, I heard that the Orc Royal Court is making a deal with the Kingdom of Andorra."

"The transaction location is at the border of the Andorra Empire. I heard that the second prince is still leading the team. Why don't we go there and have a look?"

"Yeah, let's go and see, go and see."

Perlo Terrorhammer was still immersed in Allen's praise for him. His overloaded dog brain could only analyze a little bit of what Allen had just said.

"Then should we take the flying dragon troops with us? I heard that His Royal Highness the Second Prince also has a relatively strong military force, so it seems safer to bring the flying dragon troops with us."

Allen hid his body behind Pero Terrorhammer, and raised a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, bring it, bring it."

"Okay, Your Highness, shall I go down and deliver the order?"

"go Go."

Perlo Terrorhammer smiled and threw his token into Allen's hand nonchalantly.

It wasn't until Allen left for a long time and his mind gradually calmed down that Pero Terrorhammer became more awake.

The ultimate purpose of its return this time was to arrive directly at the royal capital and catch the second prince off guard while he was handling matters at the border.
Chapter completed!